With that, the strongest adventurers turned to prepare for the journey ahead. Though Fafnir, Ingi, and me had secured their aid, a gnawing sense of unease lingered.
Before embarking on the mission to subdue the Blood Dragon Zarathorak, Chad, the Dragon Hunter, mentioned a troubling sighting in the Marsh Land: a Greater Wyvern, accompanied by an Orc General leading a horde of monsters. This side quest offered an opportunity to sharpen skills, gather resources, and eliminate a potential obstacle on the path to Zarathorak. The Marsh Land, known for its treacherous terrain and monster infestations, was the perfect proving ground for our combined strength.
Eldrin, the elf Guild Master, presented me, Fafnir, and Ingi with enchanted items—amulets imbued with protective runes. Though Eldrin knew our true identities as dragons, the gesture maintained our facade. "These will shield you from harm," he said, his tone pointed. "Use them well."
Our group—Fafnir, Ingi, Chad, Ronan, Adrian, Cedrick, and I—traveled for several days, navigating the humid, pestilent swamps of the Marsh Land. Along the way, we encountered and vanquished various monsters, honing our teamwork. The camaraderie between the adventurers grew, though we dragons carefully concealed our true might, relying on support skills and subtle interventions.
When we located the Orc General's encampment, chaos erupted. Cedrick, the Iron Vanguard, charged into the fray, his impenetrable shield absorbing the brunt of the orc's brutal strikes. Ronan, the Death's Whisperer, darted between shadows, striking with precision and lethality. Despite their formidable abilities, the Orc General proved a tenacious foe, wielding a colossal battle axe that cleaved through the swamp trees.
Meanwhile, I, Fafnir, and Ingi used support skills to bolster our allies. I cast Regeneration, a skill that healed wounds steadily without the dire cost of my ultimate skill, Draconic Sacrifice. Fafnir and Ingi channeled their energy into subtle enhancements, ensuring Ronan and Cedrick remained unharmed while staying out of direct combat.
After a fierce battle, Ronan's dagger found its mark, and Cedrick delivered the finishing blow with a thunderous swing of his hammer. The Orc General fell, and the camp descended into silence. But the victory was short-lived, as Chad called out from a ridge overlooking a nearby valley.
"It's here," Chad said, his voice grim. The Greater Wyvern's nest was a sprawling pit surrounded by charred trees and scattered bones. The massive creature perched atop a rocky outcrop, its golden eyes scanning the swamp with predatory awareness.
We split up: Ronan and Cedrick stayed behind to secure the area and prevent reinforcements, while Fafnir, Ingi, Chad, Adrian, and I advanced toward the nest.
Chad struck first, unleashing Dragonsbane Ascension, a devastating spear attack designed to bypass a dragon's defenses and inflict critical wounds. The wyvern's instincts saved it; it twisted in midair, narrowly avoiding the attack. As it evaded, Adrian cast Arcane Cataclysm, summoning a storm of arcane energy that engulfed the area in a brilliant cascade of destruction. The wyvern was struck and fell to the ground but rose immediately, unscathed.
"Impossible," Adrian muttered, his confidence shaken.
Ingi stepped forward, his calm demeanor masking his growing concern. "This is no ordinary wyvern," he said. "It's an ancient one, hardened by countless battles. It's learned to adapt."
The wyvern roared and ascended into the sky, unleashing a torrent of fire toward us. As the flames approached, the creature suddenly hesitated. It sensed something—the overwhelming presence of the Dragon King. Its instincts screamed danger, and it attempted to flee higher into the clouds.
"Enough," Ingi growled. He activated King's Reign, his aura of dominance rippling through the air. The wyvern faltered, its flight turning erratic as fear took hold. Before it could escape, Ingi unleashed his ultimate skill: Dragon's Roar. The deafening sound shook the norkiya
, sending shockwaves through the swamp. The wyvern, disoriented and overwhelmed, plummeted from the sky, crashing into the ground with a thunderous impact.
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The Unrivaled Holder: Rise of the Dragon Monarch
FantasyCraig Luis lived an ordinary life until he was stabbed to death-only to awaken in a new world filled with magic. Reincarnated as the last human bearer of the Dragon Soul in the world of Norkiya, he found himself in Silver Lake-a feared resting groun...
